Feather

On the beach this evening, waiting for sunset, our dogs were leashed around a pole whining to be free.

There is something about the beach that enchants us. Broken glass, becomes “sea glass.” Dirty feet seem appropriate and wanted. We don’t remember the edge that we teetered on for hours earlier that day. We remember our own turn and there are fantasies that come in closer.

My children were like puppies let loose.

This place where three worlds meet; land, sea and sky, the beauty is so great that somehow forgiveness comes as if it can’t stay away. Forgiveness comes when we don’t even know we are holding a grudge. I guess there is just no space for that stink at the beach with our lovely dirty feet and our dreams about to come true.

My son found a feather trapped in a heap of slimy seaweed and flies and he grabbed it quickly, thinking his sister would try to get to it first.

Look! A treasure! This feather! It is a treasure!

Sister said something inarticulate and was off toward the water’s edge. Son turns to me and says,

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A treasure Mommy! This is your treasure Mommy. I found it. It’s yours now from me. A treasure!

I saw the flies and remembered the bird who pooped without sphincter control that the feather had belonged to, and I took that enchanted nappy feather with my fingers.

You keep it now Mommy. Don’t lose it. Kay?

I even said thank-you.

Question: Where do you feel enchanted? What takes you away and what does it do for you to be able to escape? Please tell me your story.